We were both standing, I could see he was fully erect, the top of his penis straining at the waistband of the green speedos.'Its okay', I could hear h...m say,'take them off so I can remove any juice stains, before drying them'. This is what I wanted.,finally; my head was pounding, my pulse racing as I began to pull the waistband cord loosening the bow. Mr Guy stood two feet from me totally transfixed on my every movement and as I slowly, teasingly eased my shorts downwards. I noticed he was now. As the days went she was also spending more time with me during lunch hours, all these time made us closer day by day to the extent of dropping her at her home in my bike. This made several times to get in contact with her body, though of not intentional touch, i felt her boobs on my back many times. This was sensed by my long time fantasy of sexual pleasure from women. From that day i started observing her curves and fantasizing her in night and masturbate thinking about her. It continued till. I was pissed off to be serious. I removed her tops as she was jerking my dick. She was in her bra and leggings.Then I slowly started to press her boobs. She started moaning I asked her to be quite or someone may hear us. She said that, “there is no one except us as I said my friend about everything”. I placed my lips on her lips before she could finish and that was one of the best kisses I have ever got.In the meantime time I removed her bra and was feeling her naked boobs and also rubbing her. But his fucking gorgeous eyes and sweet ass smile was driving me so crazy I couldn't hold back. I started pounding him hard, just a bit at first and then finally I pounded like a fucking a****l. He was moaning so hard I could feel his chest vibrating against mine. My balls slapping against his ass I kept ramming it in and out over and over. "Fuck my ass latin boy!" I was thinking I was his first latin boy and I loved it. I grabbed his throat and held his bobbing head still and soaked his.